Riddle: Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
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Riddle: Almost everyone sees me without noticing me, For what is beyond is what he or she seeks. What am I?
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